Bed, Breakfast and Ghostly added extras
by nerdyalice
Summary: An unexpected visitor turns up at Honolulu Heights. How will Tom, Alex and a recently detoxed Hal cope with a human in the house?
1. Chapter 1

**First ever fic, please be kind :) Any reviews and help more than welcome.**

**Sadly, I do not own Being Human. **

**But I promise to put them back nicely when finished.**

Diary of M. Tailor 3rd September 2012

I've been sent to Barry Island for business, much to my distain. The job I'm supposed to do now I'm here well that doesn't seem to exist. What I was told to do this week was to sort out the remaining estate and insurance claims on a place called 'Stokers Import and Exports' it was apparently wiped out by a gas explosion. But I've come to an absolute dead end on the matter. I can't find anything out about it, there's nothing left of the place; no records, reports I couldn't even say what it was they were Importing/Exporting. It's like the site was beamed up by, by I don't know, a UFO!

The client I'm doing all this for? Well, there's another I know is they're arrogant, rude and aren't used to not getting what they want. No names were even mentioned, I mean usually I'd never take up such a job; but with you as my confident Diary the cash I was offered! Well I couldn't resist, when this is all over if I find what they're looking for I'm going to have a lovely long break somewhere warm. One thing's for sure I won't be holidaying in Wales!

As I write in you I'm sitting in this greasy spoon, trying to work out what I'm going to do about accommodation. Ah yes, that's the other thing. Accommodation, see nobodies booked anything and every single hotel/B&B I've been to so far has been full. Why on earth I don't know.

So at present I'm stuck in Barry, on a wild goose chase, with nowhere to stay. The only good thing about this trip so far is that 'The Café On The Corner' does a nice cup of tea. I sincerely hope Diary, that my next entry is a happier one.

Besides this trip can't get any worse right?

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Hal was defrosting the freezer when Alex rent-a-ghosted in making him jump up and bang his head on the ice covered shelf.

"There's a man wearing a suit coming up the driveway, he looks really mad."

Hal sighed, shut his eyes, clenched his fists and counted to 3 "If you hadn't noticed Alex I am a little busy right now. Ignore him, if he doesn't go away go and bother Tom. You know I can't be around people."

"Erm, yeah but if you paid any attention to anything other than the cleaning you'd know that Tom's at work right now. And besides what if he's a vampire, what am I supposed to do then?"

Alex who in the past was fairly fearless when it came to men and fighting shuddered at thought of the last vampire who entered the house without an invite. Even though she hadn't eaten anything for months the image of Cutler melting made her feel sick.

There was a knocking on the door causing them both to turn around. Hal stood up from the freezer and waved a marigold covered hand at Alex's worried face to get her attention.

"Look just rent-a-ghost over there and tell me what he looks like, most likely it's just some person trying to sell windows or insurance or whatever it is they sell door to door nowadays. He won't see you and we can pretend no ones in."

The knocking got louder and more persistent. Alex reluctantly did as he said, muttering under her breath as she disappeared.

"Ok, he's kinda medium height, in a suit, looks in his thirties/forties? Bit overweight, face looks rather red. Oh, and he's got a brief case and a big bag with him. I'm not sure whether he can see me, I don't think he does"

"Great. Ignore him." Hal stuck his head back in amid the ice, rolling his eyes. Every single time he tried to do anything in this house no matter what it was he got interrupted. This was his forth try at the task, any more distractions and he was not going to be so pleasant. Thinking of his time in the chair had not helped his mood. Sometimes, he thought to himself, I wonder why I even bother with all this routine nonsense. He exhaled and went back to work.

The knocking at the door continued "Hello, anybody in there? I need a room." A gruff and muffled voice came from outside.

The man walked round from the door to the window and peered in, putting his hands and face against the glass. He remained there like that far longer than Alex liked.

"Er Hal he's not going away"

"FINE THEN!" Hal snapped, with such fury that she jumped backwards startled. "Answer the door if you must, just do not bother me again!"

Alex went to the door and opened it to a man whose frown was replaced with a look of astonishment as he stared at an empty entrance hall.

"Hello?" He said questioningly standing just outside the threshold.

"Whoever you are your not invit-" Alex started to say before she was interrupted by the man stepping straight through her followed by his luggage. "How rude!" she said. The shock of being walked through unnerved her so much she couldn't think of anything sarcastic to say.

The man dumped his luggage and stood at what used to be the reception desk, leaning on it in annoyance and hitting the bell several times.

"Excuse me! Hello, I need a room."

Hal on hearing the commotion sped into the room, still wearing the marigolds "Oh for god's sake what now!" He shouted, flicking icy water all over place.

He stopped dead when he caught sight of the human at the reception behind the bar. Blood pumping in the man's scarlet complexion, his pulse loud from the walk up the steep street laden with his luggage. The scent calling to him to taste it, everything he wanted and everything he deserved not even 5M away from him.

Hal swallowed.


	2. Chapter 2

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"Finally, I've been trying to get hold of someone for ages. Do you have a room available?"

Hal took a step closer to the man, his eyes darting from neck to face. The temptation to take the final two strides and leap across the counter at this mans throat. Oh it would be so easy; this man was practically begging to be eaten. Hal was having trouble with control, he licked his lips only the tiniest bit but it was enough. He could feel that knowing ache in his top jaw that promised the greatest of pleasures if he'd just followed the impulse. As the seconds he was staring at the neck mounted, Alex seeing what could be a disaster unfolding, stepped in front of him clicking her fingers to try and get his attention. "Hal?" "HAL?" When that didn't work she shoved his arm with enough force to knock him sideways.

The man stood there wide-eyed at seeing Hal's vacant expression and sudden jerk to the left. "Christ" he mumbled "What have I let myself in for"

Hal shook himself and tried to focus on the stranger's bulbous face. You can do this, he chanted internally; just do not look at his neck. His gaze went to the mans forehead, noticing a few beads of sweat building and the beginnings of a receding hairline. Until he caught site of the throbbing vein on his temple and had to look away again. With some control he managed not to let his eyes veer below the double chin to the source of the ever-present and tantalising sound of a human heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, what are you doing in my house?"

"I've asked several times already, have you got a room available? That sign outside says you're a B&B" He pointed upwards in the direction of the rusting square that squeaked in the breeze.

Hal removed the marigolds and put them on the bar. Moving closer to the smell and the sound is far from ideal, he thought, but this idiot doesn't seem to be going away any time soon so the quicker it's dealt with the better for everyone. He felt for the domino in his pocket and walked up to the counter marked reception.

"Well, we're not so sorry but you have to leave." He twirled the domino and refrained from breathing in. Alex stood so close behind him she could have been his shadow.

"Why would you have a sign that says B&B when you aren't? I'll tell you what that is, that's false advertising. I could have you sued. Look I've been to each and every place near here marked hotel or B&B and it seems there's no room at the Inn. I'm tired, irritable and in desperate need of a shower. I will pay whatever you want for one of your rooms, trust me name the price." At this point the man pulled out his wallet and started counting out notes.

"No. I'm afraid you'll have to find somewhere else."

Alex leaned in even closer, "You know, we could use the money." Hal tried to elbow her but she moved out of the way.

"I told you, there is nowhere else. You wouldn't cast a man out onto the street would you? Come on think about it, I'll give you £200 just for tonight. I mean a place like this you'd never get anywhere near that normally."

Hal scoffed. Insulting the people you want to do you a favour? Not the best idea. The thought made his expression more glaring than usual. He disliked for this man built every second he spent in their house. This only spurred Alex on, "What's one night really? Come on, you know Tom's wages barely cover the rent. It's not like _I _can make any money and _you_ haven't been to work for 6 months. Unless you've got some secret vampire money hidden away on, I don't know Treasure Island! We won't be able to afford tea bags next month!"

Hal thought he was lucky at the 500years he'd had to perfect his poker face; he did indeed have several stashes of money hidden in a few locations only he knew about. Though he wasn't about to use them anytime soon, they were in case… well he'd rather not think about it. Thinking about the lifestyle he used to have; the man he used to be brought so many emotions: the guilt, the temptation. These were yet another thing he battled to repress daily with his routines. No he wasn't ready to share all his secrets yet, even though he considered Tom and Alex to be good friends. Knowledge he had that money as a back up was a comfort, if everything Leo and now Tom had worked so hard to change within him went tumbling down in a bloody end it was good to know he wouldn't have to beg. He was ashamed of having these safeguards in place, but he knew one day this cycle would end. He just hoped none of his friends would have to see that man.

In order to shut Alex up and also to try and conceal the fact part of her rant had struck a chord he decided to show a little more compassion to this, intruder. Besides he had a get out of jail free card, that just so happened to be called Tom.

"Look ok, we might be able to do something. But I need to talk it through with my housemate first. I wouldn't hold your breath, he likes his privacy." His glare turned to a smirk. It was the perfect excuse to keep the man waiting, either he'd go somewhere else in impatience or if this infuriatingly stubborn man still wouldn't leave, he could blame the fact he couldn't have a room on Tom.

Unfortunately for Hal, Tom walked in at that moment.

"Wha's goin' on?" Tom looked from the red faced stranger slumped over the counter waving £20 notes in the air; to a yet again glaring Hal, arms folded clutching his double one domino so hard his knuckles had turned bone white and Alex standing in between them, gripping onto Hal's shoulder tightly enough to make visible creases in his shirt.

"Ah Tom, can I have a word? Er in the kitchen."

"What am I supposed to do?" Interjected the man who'd intruded on their home, Hal looked back with distain and was about to tell him what he thought in a not so pleasant manner, when luckily Tom answered. "Why don't ya take a seat?" Gesturing to the best chair they owned. He might have been brought up living in a caravan but McNair had taught him about hospitality and to always be polite.

The man huffed, collected his money, picked up his luggage and made his way to the seat. He gave a small nod of thanks to Tom and gave Hal a stare to rival one of his own.

In the safety of the kitchen Hal exhaled in relief, he and Alex explained what had happened. Although not without bickering with each other and having a 'who can be the most sarcastic' competition.

"Well what do you suggest then? We can't let him stay! Neither of you seem to understand how hard this is for me, how much control it's taking not to just tear him limb for limb when he's standing there being rude and insulting our home. I don't think I've ever met a man who's so, so"

"Like you?" Alex helpfully suggested, annoying Hal was one of her favourite pastimes since she'd become a ghost.

"He and I are nothing alike."

"Whatever you say Mr I can't help- it's not on my rota!"

"cun you two shut up for once, 'Al yur 500 years ol' mate an yur acting like a child. Alex, yur a girl an girls are supposed to be more mature. I don't see any 'arm in lettin' this man stay the night, we need the money and he shud be fine if you stay out of 'is way."

"So what then, I hide in the attic while this person; who's just appeared out of nowhere wonders around and messes the place up? We don't even no his name. He could be from anywhere, do either you not think it's a _tiny_ bit suspicious that he happened to appear at_ our_ door?"

"He wanted somewhere to stay n we've got a B&B sign that's why he's ere. Besides he's got a brief case. He must be a businessman or a solicitor; he could even be a barrister." Tom nodded; if there was anyone he was likely to trust it was a man in a suit. "Plus I think he was in the café earlier, seemed like a nice guy."

Hal winced at the mention of the word solicitor; it made him think about someone he'd rather not.

"Oh he was in the café he's obviously fine then, it must just be a coincidence- not like he's here to spy on us."

"Really Hal spies now is it?" I knew that Bond box set was a bad idea. Alex mumbled to herself.

"Are you both blind? Alex you saw those people in the suits at the club, explain what they were doing."

"Quiet, he can probably hear you in there ya know" Despite Tom's efforts, neither listened to him.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was a bit preoccupied at the time to notice what Dr No was doing. Cause lets see, oh yeah I was staring at my own body! And then… hmm you drank my _maggot _infested blood."

"Are you _still _talking about tha-"

"Shall we just 'ave a vote?" Tom on finding he was going to have to be the responsible one, realised this was the only way to stop the fighting.

"I think he should stay, anyway what's one night?"

"I agree with Tom." Alex just managed to stop herself sticking her tongue out at Hal.

"Fine, but if anything happens to him or he turns out to be some Van Helsing hopeful, you'll have no one to blame but yourselves."

Tom left the kitchen to tell the lucky man he'd won a night in the haunted hotel, Alex followed for the sake of something to do.

Defeated; a sulking Hal began making a cup of tea and thought back to his time with Leo and Pearl, how would it have been different if the decision was with them instead of Tom and Alex? Then he genuinely smiled, it would have been exactly the same. Leo and Tom were both too kind for their own good, no matter how much they both knew it wasn't a good thing for himself neither would have been able to leave a man out on the street. Pearl and Alex, you couldn't deny the fact they both had a spark; women who weren't afraid to speak there own minds or shout in his ear. Now if it had had been Annie, well the Annie he knew would have sent that mans luggage flying into the bushes and slammed the door on his face if she thought he'd be any trouble.

Tom and Alex made their way back into the living room and saw the man sitting there looking at his watch.

"Hello there, sorry bout the wait. I'm Tom by the way, you are?"

"Mr Tailor, Matthew Tailor." Matthew stuck out his hand.

"Right then Mr Tailor I'll show you to your room."

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Diary of M. Tailor 3rd September 2012

(Later)

Upon writing this I am in a better position than I was this morning, I found somewhere to stay for the night. Well it's better than sleeping in the car at least. To say it's a bit run down would be an understatement of epic proportions. At the minute I'm trying to decide if this poxy bed they've put me in is more comfortable than sleeping on the passenger seat tilted back. For one thing it's a single, a single! In this day and age, and it's a rickety one at that. Of course looking at the décor of the place I don't think it's been changed since I was a child, the wallpaper in my room- I get a headache just looking at it. Some frumpy floral pattern, it was probably a pinkish shade once but it seems more of a faded brown now. And downstairs! One entire wall in taken up by some naff beach scene and there's a bar clad in fake bamboo. It is the epitome of tack. The room is far below the standard of anywhere I would normally stop in. If it wasn't for the desperate situation I find myself victim to, well quite frankly I'd be telling that man precisely where to shove his marigolds! For one thing there's barely any furniture in here, a chair, another single bed that looks like it's about to fall to pieces, a wardrobe and a sink in the corner. No T.V! Not even a radio.

And don't get me started on the people themselves, the first guy- rudest man I've ever met, I dare say if it had been down to him alone I would have been left in the gutter. The second, he was nicer but they both seemed odd. I don't think they can have had many guests; they followed none of the normal procedures. The one, Tom he gave me a key, showed me my room and the bathroom then left me to it. That's another thing, no en-suite! And thinking about it, I can't lock my bedroom door. I dread to think what an inspector would make of this place.

Plus it's cold all the time. Like I keep getting chills down the back of my neck, the windows mustn't shut properly- it really wouldn't surprise me.

I'm going to try to get some shut eye, today has been rather stressful to say the least.


	3. Chapter 3

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Diary of M. Tailor 4th September 2012

I had a very weird dream last night, weird enough to warrant writing about it. I think it's this place, there's a sort of… I don't know how to describe it; an unwelcoming atmosphere and I can't help but feel like I'm being watched. Guess that somehow seeped into my subconscious. You see I was dreaming I was in this place, I believe it's called Honolulu Heights; only it felt eerie and sinister. I was walking down the corridor which seemed to warp and pitch and stretch on for an impossible distance, it was that kind of dream walking where you don't seem to be getting anywhere. I went into this room, it was a sort of darkish blue/green with wallpaper in the same tones in I think was a chevron pattern, but anyway that's not important. In this room was the younger looking man who lives here, Tom? Only it was him, then I don't know how because I never saw any changes occur, but there was this great big brown Yeti? No the muzzle, now that looked a bit like maybe a wolf? So at seeing this, this, thing in front of me on turned on my heels and ran. As I said before the corridor just continued to stretch before me, then out of nowhere door burst open- I think it was for the room belonging to the other man, the one I spoke to first Hue? Harold? Or maybe it was Hal? Oh I'm going off track. But yeah this door burst open and a mass of black flew out at me, I realised then that it was a cloud of bats (note to self: find out the collective term for bats is) I had the same reaction any sane person would have and jumped back, only the wall wasn't where it should have been and I fell for what felt like a very long time; waking up as I would have hit solid ground. I swear it was like I'd been thrown into an episode of Scooby Doo! For a minute or two I thought I'd woken up in the 70's. Then I remembered where I was, a run down B&B in Barry. Well, better go and see what their idea of breakfast is. If that dream's anything to go by I'll be sitting down to a plate of maggots! Hopefully even these idiots can manage tea and toast.

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"Ok he's had his night here; now tell him he has to leave."

"'Al, for the last time, we're not dragging 'im out of bed and kicking 'im out the 'ouse."

Hal grumbled into his tea, he knew Tom was right but he was too stubborn to admit it.

Alex was sitting flicking through a newspaper, not really reading it. The night before she'd discovered just how boring being a ghost could be. The entire time their guest had sat in the living room she couldn't pick anything up and when she spoke to Tom he couldn't reply to her; the few times he forgot and answered, the man looked at him like he was mental. She'd spent the majority of the evening sitting in a chair watching the guy work on his laptop, having a one sided conversation.

They could here movement coming from above.

"I suppose he'll want breakfast. I for one am not making it."

"Well, you know I _would_ make it, but he might be a bit freaked out by the flying pots and pans."

"Its fine I'll do it."

As Matthew Tailor walked in Alex shut the newspaper with a slam, she knew it was childish but she couldn't resist.

He looked slightly startled and turned to look at Tom and Hal.

"If it's ok I'd like to stay for a few more days. I've rang round the other places in the area and they're still full."

"Course it's alright! My queso es su queso"

Hal shook his head, not only did he have to put up with the delightful Mr Tailor staying even longer. Tom had just said my cheese is your cheese.

The man gave Tom a look of confusion but didn't say anything.

"Anyway Sir, what would ya like for breaky? Tea? Coffee? Toast? Cheerios?"

Hal washed up his mug, gave the man a brief nod and left. There was only so long he could stand to be in the same room as the human.

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Later after Tom had left for work, Hal was sitting at the table doing his usual domino routine; only he was being rather unsuccessful. Three times now He'd stood up 5 or 6 dominoes only to knock them back down again because his hand was shaking so violently. At hearing the small crashes, frustrated sounds and occasional swear word Alex made her way cautiously over to him.

"Hal are you ok? Only you don't seem like yourself."

"Do I look like I'm ok?" His words were sharp and full ok venom, but upon seeing Alex's dejected expression his gaze softened. "I, I'm sorry it's just…" He put his head in his hands. Alex pulled up a chair and sat by him, resting her hand lightly on the sleeve of his top. He didn't like much contact but this seemed just the right to show that she cared.

"That time in the chair," he paused looking up so they were face to face, "it was enough to get it out of my system; but my mind, that'll take longer to heal. The memories, they keep coming back. It's hard to explain."

"It's ok, take your time." Most people would be lost when confronted with a 500 year old vampire having what looked suspiciously like a breakdown, Alex was glad she'd grown up looking after four men; she was used to dealing with sudden embarrassed bursts of emotion from even the toughest of her brothers.

"My routines, it's not just the urges they keep away; they stop me thinking too much… about the past." She remembered him saying something about 'keep busy keep sane' now she realised this was not just a motto but the truth.

"When I was..." he struggled to get the word out "De-toxing, the memories, flashbacks, dreams they were uncontrollable and unbearable. I'm truly sorry you had to watch."

He was so sincere, so honest. She shuddered, it had been a tough time for all of them but to imagine what it must have been like for him. As much as a part of her felt he deserved it; she knew really that in there somewhere was the man she'd first seen in the café. Although she could never again feel that way about him and even if it was an uphill struggle at times they'd become good friends; no one, no matter what they were, would want to see a friend in pain.

"I'm sorry you had to go through it."

Hal smiled, it was gone as quick as it appeared but still a proper smile, not his sarcastic smirk but small and hopeful. "These disruptions, being so close to someone for this amount of time… I hate to admit and please don't tell Tom he tries so hard, but I can feel my control slipping."

"We won't let you slip. Now come on stop moping or I'll have to start calling you Count Sulkula" She tapped the arm on which her hand was resting and stood up to leave, Hal caught her hand and she looked at him in surprise. "Thank you."

He turned back to his dominos and began stacking them with more concentration than ever before, his had steadier then it had been.

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Tom came in from work with a smile on his face so huge he looked like he'd just won the lottery.

"I've got some news, it's bout Mr Tailor; got it all sorted for ya. He came in the café like earlier, he's stopping 2 more nights an it's already paid for."

"And you didn't think to consult us."

"I knew what you'd say. Anyway 'e gave me this." Tom waved a thick envelope in the air. "I wouldn't get that in a month."

"Oh _great_. Another 2 nights of pretending I don't exist." Hal was about to say that it was her fault they were in this mess. She'd voted to let him stay after all. But Alex had already Rent-A-Ghosted away, how convenient.

A car pulled up outside which was Hal's cue to leave. It looked like it was going to be another evening of brooding in his room.

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It was well past midnight. Hal was sitting trying to read, however he couldn't concentrate on the well thumbed book he'd read too many times to keep track; his ears were ringing with the thudding sound and heavy breathing coming from the next door room. Tom had long since gone to sleep and Alex was who knew where. She could be sitting in the attic that had become her usual haunt or maybe she was out for a stroll. He decided exercise would take his mind off the noise, putting the book carefully back in it's place and automatically making sure everything was ordered and straight, Hal got down on the floor and started to do press-ups. 1,2,3…..30, 31, 32 ,33,34 it was no good, mid way through a dip it occurred to him he'd been doing them to the rhythm of the heartbeat he was trying to ignore.

He came up out of his position on the floor only to slide down the wall, the pounding heart only grew louder in his head, feeling like it was shaking his whole body to the core. What was he going to do? He couldn't carry on like this, after what he'd confided in Alex this morning, where was she?

If Hal hadn't been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he would have heard the light footsteps above confirming she was in the attic.

He was sweating and it wasn't from the press-ups, he shut his eyes to the dimly light room around him, took unneeded deep breaths and tried to clear his head. After sitting there for an indefinite amount of time his decision was made.

He walked into the room that was currently Matthew Tailor's and silently closed the door behind him.

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Diary of M. Tailor 5th September 2012

3.00am

I know I never normally write this late but I've just had another dream. I had to write about it before I forgot, it was so real! But then so alien and slightly frightening, in fact it's left me rather shaken. In this dream I was lying in bed and I could feel the presence of another, I opened my eyes to find a man looming over me; it was hard to tell who he was in the dark, but he looked a bit like the rude one that lives here who avoids me. Only it wasn't him and I'm not even sure if it was in fact a man. In the dark everything melded into one colour; all I could see contrasting it was a pair of pale arms and a face contorted into a snarling grimace, with inhuman teeth.

His eyes, his eyes were empty- there was no light in them, just blackness, never-ending blackness. Then he sort of hissed like an animal, like a snake about to strike or a cat warning you not to get any closer. I was stilled, no muscle would move. Behind it the door swung open. Then as it was about to close in on me it disappeared like a magic trick, I swear even though I was dreaming I felt a rush of air by my ear. With a stream of light coming through the doorway I could see the shadow of a man standing in the corridor, when that moved I could see the shadow of a woman holding her arms up in what I assumed was anger. I had a sudden feeling of lethargy and sank down into the pillows.

Then I woke up turned my lamp on and began writing this, that dream it was like being in one of those gothic novels.

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4.00am

Oh my god! I left my room to go to the toilet, waking up earlier made me need it, and god there's no easy way to say this. I think I saw a ghost! I'm actually shaking now, it's hard to control my pen. I was going back to my room, when I saw this girl go up the stairs into the attic but it was more like a glimpse I got, I came out the door- she was there but not then she wasn't there at all! Like she had a sheen to her, a transparency. It was what they always say on those psychic things with the nutters and conspiracy theorists, I could see her out of the corner of my eye but when I tried to look properly I couldn't see her anymore. I'm not going to tell anyone they'll think I've gone insane. I mean it's probably only because of that dream I had earlier. And the lack of sleep I've had for the last two days. I bet I was just seeing things. I must have been seeing things, there's no such thing as ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS GHOSTS.

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**Ok so that was a little Hal centric! I'm sorry, my name is Alice and I'm a Halcoholic ;)**

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